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"Now I am also a legitimate disciple of the Cloud Spirit Sect. Do you dare to kill me? Even if Zhao WujI supports you, you cannot escape the punishment of the Cloud Spirit Sect!" Wei Chen's mind was highly alert as he scanned for an escape route. Although his combat power was inferior, his speed was impressive.
The three members of the Zhao Family had witnessed Wei Chen's speed and were not taking any chances, forming a triangular formation to secure their positions.
Wei Chen found no opportunity to break through.
"Even if it raises suspicion from the Cloud Spirit Sect, everything must have evidence. Who can prove that we killed you?" Zhao Chen was unconcerned by Wei Chen's threats.
"Zhao Chen, why waste time talking? Just attack!" Zhao Yu flicked his wrist, and his long sword emitted a sonic boom as it lunged toward Wei Chen. Judging by that momentum, Zhao Yu's strength was significantly greater than that of the already deceased Zhao Song.
"Even if I die, I will take someone with me!"
Wei Chen's voice was fierce, and his Soul Power surged wildly. His right thumb turned pitch black, exuding the terrifying aura that had appeared when he killed Zhao Song. This once again sent chills down Zhao Chen's spine, causing him to retreat in panic. Zhao Yu also halted his advance, and Zhao Kuo ran away quickly. At this moment, all three were several dozen meters away from Wei Chen; although they sought revenge, none wanted to risk their lives against Wei Chen's deadly finger.
Even Zhao Yu, who harbored murderous intent toward Wei Chen, dared not approach.
"If you want to kill me, you must pay the price. Who among you is willing to die?" Wei Chen intimidated the three with the might of his Soul Technique.
A standoff ensued.
"As long as he focuses, his finger won't kill anyone. Zhao Kuo, you go first!" Zhao Yu commanded coldly toward Zhao Kuo.
Zhao Kuo, holding a large knife, pouted and said, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Zhao Yu then looked at Zhao Chen. To her disappointment, Zhao Chen's expression was indifferent and showed no willingness to take risks.
"Useless man!" Zhao Yu bit her silver teeth and scolded angrily.
Seeing this scene, Wei Chen's thoughts raced as a smile gradually appeared on his face.
He slowly approached the weakest-willed Zhao Kuo. More and more Soul Power gathered at his fingertip. Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Wei Chen's thumb, Zhao Kuo retreated a few more steps, his eyes darting around as he said in a deep voice, "Zhao Song has nothing to do with me; you all can play by yourselves. I'm not joining in."
With that, Zhao Kuo turned and fled, quickly disappearing from sight.
"You're quite something, aren't you?" Wei Chen thought to himself, amused. He turned to Zhao Chen, narrowing his eyes and fixing him with a sharp gaze. "Zhao Chen, I hear the competition among the elite disciples of the Beast Soul Line is fierce. If you get injured today, what will you use to fight Chu Fenglin during the Inner Sect Disciples Competition?"
Zhao Chen was indeed struck at his weak point. As the direct grandson of Zhao WujI, he was not the top disciple in the Beast Soul Line, which had always bothered him.
After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Chen showed an apologetic expression and clasped his fists towards Wei Chen. "Brother, I was also misled by Zhao Yu to come here. I take my leave."
Zhao Chen flew away, clearly prioritizing his quest for a position among the inner disciples of the Beast Soul Line over avenging Zhao Song.
Only Zhao Yu remained.
"You coward!" Zhao Yu's face turned pale with anger. She never expected that Zhao Chen and Zhao Kuo would flee at such a critical moment, scared off by Wei Chen's intimidating presence.
"Coward? If I didn't act this way, would I just let you kill me? If you have the guts, come find me for revenge; I'm ready." Wei Chen stepped closer to Zhao Yu, but to his surprise, she did not retreat.
"Truly troublesome," Wei Chen said with a helpless wave of his hand. "Show your true self already; let's go. I won't be going out today."
"There's no way you'll leave alive!"
Zhao Yu pointed her sword at Wei Chen and sneered. "Your Soul Technique may be strong, but if I keep my wits about me, I can easily avoid it. Zhao Chen and Zhao Kuo are useless cowards; you can scare them, but not me!"
Clang!
A crisp sound reached Zhao Yu's ears as Wei Chen moved swiftly, his finger flicking out and striking the base of her sword. The force caused her sword to slip from her grip and break into two pieces upon hitting the ground.
"If my finger had struck that ample chest of yours instead, would you still be alive? A big-chested woman like you can't escape this kind of anxious emotion."
Wei Chen's wicked grin roamed over Zhao Yu's figure as he shamelessly admired her.
"Shameless!" Enraged, Zhao Yu lunged forward, her right leg slicing through the air as she aimed a fierce kick between Wei Chen's legs.
Wei Chen felt a surge of anger and quickly retreated a few steps to avoid the kick. His temper flared; such a low blow was truly despicable!
Zhao Yu chased fiercely, her legs moving like a storm, each step fierce and relentless, stirring up gusts of wind that sent leaves swirling into the air.
Wei Chen continuously retreated to avoid her. After all, Zhao Yu was a woman, and her stamina was limited. As the battle wore on, her legs gradually grew weak. Seizing an opportunity, Wei Chen suddenly wrapped his arms around one of Zhao Yu's legs and pulled back with force. Zhao Yu's body flew backward and crashed to the ground.
Just as Zhao Yu was about to rise and continue the fight, she felt a heavy weight pressing down on her.
"If it weren't for some fortunate encounters, Zhao Song would have killed me once already. If it weren't for those encounters, I would have been crippled by him in the Arena. This time I won't move against you, but if there's a next time, I won't hold back!"
"As long as you don't die, I will kill you! If it doesn't work once, then ten times or a hundred times!"
Pinned down by Wei Chen, Zhao Yu was unable to move, her anger and humiliation boiling over as she could only threaten him with words.
While Wei Chen was at a loss for how to handle the situation, the Black Lotus that resided within his soul suddenly began to spin lightly. As it rotated, Wei Chen's consciousness became hazy, and a mocking voice echoed deep within his mind: "The lotus is pure, yet you are the Peerless Demon Lotus! Take her as your woman, and she will no longer trouble you."
It seemed to be the voice of the Black Lotus, yet it also felt like a thought from deep within Wei Chen himself. After that voice rang out, Wei Chen's gaze became entranced, his breathing growing heavier.
"What are you doing? Get off me!" Zhao Yu sensed the heat pressing against her leg and turned to glare at Wei Chen, only to be horrified to find that his eyes were devoid of humanity; within his eye sockets were two black lotus flowers!
Wei Chen paid no attention to her protests. One of his hands reached down from behind to grasp Zhao Yu's softness while the other hand viciously squeezed her ample back.
Then, amidst Zhao Yu's cries, there were several tearing sounds as Wei Chen ripped apart her clothing, exposing large swathes of white skin on the ground.
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